Sometime ago, under mysterious college-related circumstances, the curmudgeon came to possess a tuning fork."G" - 384 Hz.
A little beauty, always strike it on something soft - never the edge of something like a table. The curmudgeon knows these things, but has no idea how.
Out comes a G. A single tone in all it's perfection.
No electrics, no fancy iSomething, just a beautiful, perfect G.
Who knew heavy R&R could translate into such a simple pleasure?
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